Fences are really nefarious things,
they traffic mistrust quite, "criminally".
Near to the sky but ironically,
Trees make 'mistakes', called rotted rings.
Phoenix
Spit your trash!
Make your foes!
Spew hate charcoaled ash
at those!
And innocents trampled on by broad and ugly feet-
stand glorious and great,
stronger than defeat.
Nostalgia, you pest!
Divine, His almighty plan,
in childhood careless and free.
But present, youth beckons,
"If only you could remember me!"
A Requiem for Atmosphere.
Breathe deep, gale's painted wonder,
you have time to spare.
Retro- this moment, luscious and unpicked,
but later,"How black, this air!"
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